Category Archives: adult or not

(This could probably be titled “On being an adult”, but I’ve lost count of how many of my posts could be titled that way) I spent Thursday and Friday in bed, feeling crappy and bored. I also felt quite guilty … Continue reading →

I’ve already blogged about being an adult (or not) and coming to terms with it (definitely not), so this shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. But this is a more graphic description, or at least it was a very … Continue reading →

(and why did no one warn me??) (versión en castellano) I still remember the conversation and the weird feeling it brought with it. Iani and I were waiting for the bus, after having spent an afternoon of clothes shopping (and … Continue reading →